Sticks ft. Lor Riley Lyrics

Said fuck it

Stick to just chasing my dreams

Can't let nothing

Get in between

City ain't safe

I lost hell of homies

I just be walking round

Gun in my jeans

Kick fire Lui Kang

We the new wu tang

Niggas all bout the cream

Any nigga disrespect

All imma say is bet

Niggas know what that mean

From the booth to the block

I'm working nonstop

Nigga I'm like a machine

New gun on side

I'm ready to rock

Thirty round clip

And it came with a beam

Yea yea

Stick look like a broom

Hit the block

Leave a nigga clean

Yea yea

You going die

If you try interrupt me

Chasing my dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Everyday the strap on me

Yea yea

Take me guarantee

Team going after me

Yea yea

Get you knocked off quick

Shit bada-boom

Bada-bing yea yea

Nickname the pistol

Red bull give a nigga wings

Everyday i'm chasing dreams

Applying the pressure

Stay out the way

But still imma a stepper

Yea oouu

Your bitch a freak

And she gave me head

As soon as i met her

Yea oouu

Imma trap nigga

And my bitch trap too

Griselda yea oouu

Cut off my ex bitch

And got something better

Yea oouu

I had to step up the game

I done stood out in the rain

I walked through the flame

Not once I complain

Lot of weight on my shoulders

A nigga feel strange

Number nine rondo

Leave a nigga john doe

That mean with no name

Pull out the stick

And hit everybody

With a wave

I don't gotta aim

I told you I'm not

Playing nomore this shit

Aint a game

I want your bitch

Give me chew chew

Nigga just like a train

And when i die

My soul in the sky

My music remain

Working good on my aim

Go out with a bang

Yea yea

Said fuck it

Stick to just chasing my dreams

Can't let nothing

Get in between

City ain't safe

I lost hell of homies

I just be walking round

Gun in my jeans

Kick fire Lui Kang

We the new wu tang

Niggas all bout the cream

Any nigga disrespect

All imma say is bet

Niggas know what that mean

From the booth to the block

I'm working nonstop

Nigga I'm like a machine

New gun on side

I'm ready to rock

Thirty round clip

And it came with a beam

Yea yea

Stick look like a broom

Hit the block

Leave a nigga clean

Yea yea

You going die

If you try interrupt me

Chasing my dreams

Ripping and running

Ducking and dodging

Wake up fresh to death

I slept in a coffin

Hitting and missing

Do this to often

Introduce you to the life

Of a mobster

Pick up the grams

Taxing the other side

You sent your bands

But aint take a ride

Family to feed

I gotta provide

Ain't cuffing no freaks

Cause i don't feel

No love inside

Gucci givenchy

Gg like glizzy

My belt hold my semi

Resembling fendi

Fuck a benz

Spin the ben in a acura

Fuck a friend

Only family matters

The streets in a l

And my bro in the slammer

Got caught with the romo

And hannah montana

Dirty birds got

The sack from atlanta

I load up my strap

With the act in a fanta

I just got a mac

And it's black as a panther

Rappers copy me

Im switching my pattern

Stop watching my moves

Shit getting sadder

I stay with a tool

Get hit with a ladder

Empty my bladder

On all of these rappers

I drop so much shit

That i'm going need a pamper

Bring me the beef

And I might need a spactula

She freak of the week

And she might be a dancer

Likely to smash her

Hit from the back

When I rip out her tracks

She going come in my lap

Falling in love

I told her fall back

I give you the world

Don't fuck with my pack

Bitch that's where I'm at

Swim through the

Trenches with grady

Extended in my three hundred and seighty

Shit getting brazy

Don't have no

Women or babies

All of these

Bitches be shady

Screaming out save me

Said fuck it

Stick to just chasing my dreams

Can't let nothing

Get in between

City ain't safe

I lost hell of homies

I just be walking round

Gun in my jeans

Kick fire Lui Kang

We the new wu tang

Niggas all bout the cream

Any nigga disrespect

All imma say is bet

Niggas know what that mean

From the booth to the block

I'm working nonstop

Nigga I'm like a machine

New gun on side

I'm ready to rock

Thirty round clip

And it came with a beam

Yea yea

Stick look like a broom

Hit the block

Leave a nigga clean

Yea yea

You going die

If you try interrupt me

Chasing my dreams